Alexander Charles David Drogo Montagu, the 13th Duke of Manchester, has reacted angrily after the High Court branded him a bigamist this week. And if he had “married” a second woman while already married, it was entirely by accident, he has told The Times in his first comments about a ruling over the rights of his children to a share of his wealth.

He would be limited in what else he could say, he explained, because he is helping the FBI to “take down the Russian mafia”.

Welcome to the world of “Lord Alex”, perhaps Britain’s most maligned aristocrat.

This
week the High Court ruled that the children of his bigamous marriage
could receive an income from his family trust. The duke, 48, had “failed
to mention” to his second “wife” that their marriage was “bigamous and
void”, Mr Justice Floyd said, adding that Britain should not “stand
aloof in barbarous insularity” by preventing children from invalid
marriages receiving inherited wealth.

The
duke, who was born in Australia and now lives in Las Vegas with his
third wife, Laura, said that the judgment was “rubbish ... I’m not a
bigamist, it was all a mistake”.

He
said he thought he had annulled his first marriage, to Marion Stoner,
an Australian model he married 1984. When he married Wendy Buford, an
American, in 1993, he believed he was single, he added.

Only
afterwards, he insisted, was he told that the annulment was incomplete.
He said he was told this by his estranged mother, who he alleges has
plotted against him for years to make his brother duke.

He
further alleged that his family trust — a set of assets that included
property from Kenya to California that his grandfather led him to
believe were worth hundreds of millions of pounds — has been mismanaged.

Now
he receives $2,500 (£1,530) a month from the trust, and leads a life
that is “really very basic”. His story could not be verified. It does,
however, add to a family history of the most colourful variety.

In
Australia, he was convicted of fraud as well as trying to sell a hire
car — charges he continues to deny — and was deported from Canada for
illegally entering the country. In 2005, the duke, who once offered to
sell his title, was called to testify in Michael Jackson’s child abuse
case about visits he and his son made to the King of Pop’s Neverland
Ranch.

In 1985 his father,
Angus, the 12th Duke, was put on trial at the Old Bailey, accused of
fraud. Also charged was a close female friend, who ran an escort agency
in London. He would be acquitted in Britain but was later convicted of
fraud in the US.

George, the 8th Duke, declared himself bankrupt at 36 and died at 39, after a scandalous affair with a music hall singer.

Legend
has it that the 9th Duke, Kim, was once discovered in bed with four
women. After illegally pawning the family jewels he was held in Wormwood
Scrubs.

The present duke’s
great uncle, Lord Edward, was jailed in at least three countries. Having
worked at various times as a bit-part Hollywood actor and a hotdog
seller, he died in the Mexican jungle in 1954.

The
13th Duke said he is not able to work because of a serious injury. “I
have four titanium discs in my back and half a stomach,” he said. He
will only say that he was “assisting the government” when he was
injured.

No wonder, then, that the present duchess is feeling the strain. “I’ve only been married for four years,” she told The Times. “It feels like 25.”

Monday, January 28, 2013

Lady Mary Montagu, who very much prides herself on her title, apparently did not entirely understand what it means to act like a lady, when, in 1964 her husband of three years apparently decided to begin playing around with another woman. Lady Mary found herself charged with assault, June 8, 1964, charges dismissed, perhaps because of sympathy since is seems likely, by the date, she was at the time within two months of giving birth to her second child, Kimble, born July21. Perhaps Mary was just determined to hold her marriage together. One must wonder what the marriage was like, though. Sunday, June 8, 1964

Sunday, April 29, 1965, Lady Mary breaks into another woman's home looking for her errant husband, yet again. One must feel a degree of sympathy. But, certainly, her actions lacked dignity and seem to be rather out of line.

The next article makes you wonder what Lady Mary was so concerned about suppressing since what had come before was, well, not at all lady-like. Inquiring minds want to know, and so will continue to inquire. By this time, Alex was no longer in school, having left without benefit of diploma from high school at the time of his grandfather's death, on November 23, 1977. Saturday, February 3, 1979, Lady M asked information be suppressed.

ATuesday,
November 21, 1981 - Alexander Montagu is living with his mother in
Melbourne.

Although Alex
tells many stories about his 'military background,' and hush-hush deep
cover daring-doings, it actually appears he was living at him with Mum and working as the 'bar manager at Lazar's Restaurant in Melbourne , from this article below, dated November 21, 1981, which heralds the bankruptcy and financial problems Lady Mary seems to have ignored for too long. An incident is reported regarding a 22 caliber rifle. Alex was hauled off to the police station, questioned, and released. At least this time it was not a spear gun. But we know in a few months, by his own report, Alex was working with Thomas Joseph Fabian Erickson, stealing cars. Curiously, Lady Mary's family was in the car business and she was reported as having a relationship with Erickson by Alex. Co-incidence? Again, inquiring minds want to know.

And then on June 5, 1985 a joyous event occurs. The Duke of Manchester dies, leaving Angus with the title and Alex as heir. Normally, or for normal people, this would be a time to express sadness and for condolences to be extended. Notice the word, 'normal.'

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Wendy knew what she was probably in for
when she picked up the phone, which ominously read, “Private.”
The article written by Tim Bayless in the Bisbane Times, date line
January 27, 2013, was titled, “Dastardly
duke strikes again,” had
just hit the Internet.

She
had ignored two calls yesterday, and the exchange between Alex, 13th
Duke of Manchester and his nearest and dearest, aired on The Duke and
Doxie of Manchester on January 4th,
that exchange was between Lady Mary Montagu, Lady Emma Montagu, and
Alex. The exchange
was one long whine from Alex, then facing his appearance in court
on January 15th
for passing a bad check to obtain a car, his usual form of financing,
according to Wendy.

She
asked if she should answer it. I paused, considering. “Go
ahead. Call me right back so we can write something about it.”

When
Wendy called back she reported the experiences was, as always, ugly,
but with some differences. This time instead of screeching Laura,
Duchess of Manchester, spoke in hushed tones, as if she did not want
to be heard, trying to persuade Wendy Marion Stoner never existed.

Wendy
responded, pointing out she had appeared in court, been interviewed,
and photographed. Also, emails exist with Alex claiming his mother
was supposed to have taken care of what, he described as an
annulment.

Then
Laura's voice dropped again and she said she had been doing research
on the Internet which proved Lady Mary and Lady Emma had been engaged
in a conspiracy against Wendy's children since 1992. Wendy's jaw
dropped slightly.

In
1992 she had no children. She and Alex were married in 1993.
Clearly, whatever line of narrative had been written was not going to
work.

Now,
it is not our object here to assist anyone who is highly
psychopathic, and therefore has not even and hand-shake relationship
with the truth to be a better liar, but really, Laura and Alex would
be well advised to at least use a time line when they are engaging in
this sort of 'creative rewriting' of history.

Naturally,
the call ended with a barrage of nasty insults from Laura, who lived
with Wendy for a time when she would, otherwise, have been homeless
in 2008.

It
does make you wonder how long other members of the aristocracy are
going to tolerate Manchester. Time will tell.

IT IS the stuff of Hollywood blockbusters: a devilishly
charismatic rogue criss-crossing continents, passing bum cheques and
leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

But there were no film cameras at the latest instalment in
the ups and many downs of the thrice-married bigamist Alex Montagu
Manchester when he appeared in the Las Vegas justice court on a felony
charge.

To those he is trying to impress it is, perhaps, convenient
for him to use his full name, Alexander Charles David Drogo Montagu, the
13th Duke of Manchester.Others might know him as an Australian from a humble
background - despite a genuine aristocratic lineage - with a criminal
record going back almost 30 years.

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No stranger to the slam of a prison door, the duke was
accused in the Las Vegas court earlier this month of writing a cheque
for $3575 to Speedy Car Loans when he had ''no funds, property or
credit'' to support it.While his life story, thus far, and the misdemeanours of the
Manchester lineage provide enough salacious material for a movie, they
already fill part of a book. They occupy a sizeable part of Splendour & Squalor, the Disgrace and Disintegration of Three Aristocratic Dynasties by the historian Marcus Scriven.

Montagu's mother, Mary Montagu, daughter of a Geelong car
dealer and former gossip columnist affectionately known as Madcap Mary,
still lives in Melbourne, as does his first wife.

His father, Lord Angus Montagu, reportedly wrestled
alligators and pulled pints of beer in north Queensland before heading
back to Britain and finally being jailed in the US.When Montagu was exposed as a bigamist in the High Court in
London in 2011, Scriven wrote of Montagu's ancestors: ''Their
recreational interests include gambling, alcohol and sex - not to
mention fraud.''

The duke's embarrassment with cheques first emerged in 1985 when The Age reported that he was sentenced in the County Court to three years' jail on 22 fraud charges.Judge Byrne said his deprived childhood had distorted his
personality, but the offences were carried out with a degree of cunning.

Montagu was still at it in 1991 in Brisbane after hiring a
rental car in one state and selling it in another. That same year, then
aged 28, he was arrested in Vancouver on charges of illegally entering
Canada as a result of his previous criminal convictions and was later
deported.

He spent four days in jail before being freed, was
photographed with a former stripper and told reporters he was anxious to
see how the poor lived.

Lord Alex has also been somewhat unlucky in love. His first
wife, Australian model Marion Stoner, was not aware that he had married
again before divorcing her.The short-lived relationship in the early 1980s ended, she said, when he tried to shoot her with a speargun. He missed.

He married second wife Wendy Buford in 1993, a California law
firm receptionist who bore him two children, three years before his
divorce from his previous wife came through.She has told of meeting the dashing stranger with an Australian accent in the Crazy Horse bar in the town of Santa Ana in 1992.

Shortly after marrying his third wife, American real estate
agent Laura Smith, he told Wendy he was already married at the time of
their wedding, making their children, Alexander, now 19, and Ashley, now
13, illegitimate.

He then stopped all child support payments, which by March 2011 had totalled £32,000.It was the London High Court case in July that year that
brought her financial relief with the ruling that, despite the children
being technically illegitimate, their claim from their father was
recognised in law and that the family trustees would pay them an
allowance. MORE

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

In days of old when knights were boldLawrence Money and Suzanne Carbone November 29, 2007NOTHING like a funeral to catch up with old faces. At the recent
Barwon Heads farewell to veteran sports scribe and editor Jack
Cannon, assembled newshounds were tickled to find themselves in
the illustrious presence of Mary, Lady Montagu, the Geelong
car dealer's daughter who married an English peer then used the
title as a byline on a social column for the Melbourne scandal
rags. MORE

So why yesterday for the barrage of
creative writing efforts from the Laura, the lethargic and Morgan the
Mean? Certainly it was not a celebration for MLK's birthday, so what
moved Morgan and her spiritual twin, Laura, to suddenly charge for
the keyboards, spittle dripping from their fangs? The assaults on
the English language and brain-dead effusions were longer, but no
more intelligent than the well-known norm.

Morgan produced her usual revisionist
rant, which one of my friends commented, “But...is she crazy?”
The answer was, of course, “No, she is not crazy, just
disordered.” I sent him more
useful information on the characteristics of psychopathy and he had
an Ah Ha! Moment. It explained a lot to him actually, since he knew
Anne, too.

Wendy e-ed me this morning with the
proliferation of photos from Laura. These obviously were excavated
from the Internet and represent many hours of squinting at the screen
for the Menopausal One.

The photo of Ashley made Wendy roll her
eyes. It was taken in 2008, just a short time before the last time
Alex saw Ashley for the last time. The photo reminded Wendy of the
hideous time before the court took the kids out of Alex's physical
custody. This happened because it was clear to the judge from the
evidence he was exhibiting the worst
case of Parental Alienation Syndrome ever seen. Also leaving the
kids with anyone who could be imposed on.

Then,
of course, along with stealing Wendy's family heirlooms, jewelry, and
valuables to sell, he also sold anything of the kids' which would
realize a profit. Alex did, eventually, return some used clothing,
several years later. You can imagine how helpful that is for growing
kids.

So,
what happened over this last weekend? Too much spare time on your
hands? Though every day is a weekend for you, right?

That reminds me. How is the
fundraising going? Did the $5.00 lottery ticket not come in so The
Fine could be paid? We puzzled over this because, as Wendy well
knows, Alex does not worry about being evicted until they start
carrying stuff out the door and placing it on the sidewalk. Of
course, not paying the fine would definitely lead to a different sore
of relocation, so this time Alex may actually spend some time
thinking about how to solve the Problem.

Or, perhaps it is something from a
different direction entirely. Did Craig finally find a nubile young
thing who stood around long enough to be impregnated? Given his
scheming to obtain his real goals he would then be busy thinking
about when the little girl turns twelve and pouring money into
ensuring her horror and shock is as deep as possible when he rapes
her. This would cause fundage to evaporate, and it is impossible to
imagine why the Manchesters keep this up unless fundage is in the
offing. Come on, you can tell us. After all, we're not psychopaths.

Fundage. That reminds me of your
mutual co-conspirator John Fund. Hey, Reader, go listen to the Audio Tapes, I bet you did not know John Fund, formerly of the Wall Street Journal, was involved with Craig, Dan O'Dowd, Morgan Gell, Laura Anne Smith Montagu and Alexander, Duke of Manchester, did you? Involved, like, you know, in a conspiracy. This also includes some of Fund's closest associates.

Craig and Dan have their own site, linked above, and also are discussed at Drone Free Zone. But, they are involved, too.

Have you been enjoying reading the
documents now up at Just
the Evidence? Inquiring Minds Want to Know.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Morgan,
with obvious assistance from Laura, who really should be looking for
work produced this sad revisionist history 13 hours ago. If
I had known Morgan was a psychopath when she was still a cute little
baby, and understood the pain and suffering she would cause me, my
parents, siblings, and children I would have been stymied. How could I
inflict her on anyone else? This would clearly have been wrong. So,
giving her up for adoption was not a possibility. What do you do with
these people, if they are, indeed, human. What to do about psychopaths is a problem which confronts all of us today. Read her blather here.

I'm
writing an article which I'm sure will delight non-pychopaths from
every point on the political spectrum, except, naturally NeoCons.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

It took two days for Richard Kay to
chat with Marcus and ensure the larger world was apprised of the
goings on of Alexander, 13th Duke of Manchester, but today
in the Daily Mail.....this
modified note appeared. Marcus had provided”....was the
little snippet I prepared for Richard Kay’s column in the Daily
Mail....

THE Duke of Manchester, who is
familiar with the sound of a slamming prison door – he’s twice
been jailed in Australia, and was exposed as a bigamist at the High
Court in London in 2011 – has notched up another legal battle scar,
this time in Las Vegas, where he’s just received a 90-day sentence,
suspended for six months, and been ordered to pay a ‘restitution’
fee of $3,575. The case arose after what might
politely be termed a misunderstanding over money – a recurrent
problem for the 50-year-old, thrice-married Alex Montagu, the 13th
Duke, whose first wife, former model Marion Stoner, left him after
what she described as ‘the spear-gun incident’ (the volatile Alex
had fired at her but missed). ‘He’s probably eclipsed his
father, Angus, the 12th
Duke, who got a three-year stretch for fraud in the USA, and his
great-grandfather, the 9th
Duke, who was sent to Wormwood Scrubs,’ says author Marcus Scriven,
who has chronicled the Montagus’ many misdeeds, ‘but he’s still
some way behind his great-uncle, Lord Edward Montagu, who was jailed
in at least three countries.’

...though, regrettably, it was edited down to this (scroll
down to 5th story on page): -”It must be heart-warming for Alex to realize how many people
around the world are following the ongoing disaster which is his
life.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I had a lovely chat with the
Information Officer at the court in Las Vegas, who told me the
hearing went on for rather a long time. She did not know if Alex
cried or whimpered this time, unfortunately.

But he most likely did, if his past
record is any measure of what could be expected.

And we have another day to look forward
to. Mark your calendars now! April 16th.

The judge and public defender will be
the same.

Alex received a 90 day jail suspended
sentence IF (This is a BIG IF, given the person who is supposed to
come up with the money is Alex) he coughs up $3,575.00 in fines and
restitution and all requirements are completed.

Now, what do you think the odds are
Alex will pay? Ha!

Alex plead Nolo, which is a mealy mouth
way of saying, “I throw myself on the mercy of the court,”with
adjudication withheld IF all requirements are completed. This means
he also has to stay out of trouble. Don't hold your breath.

Wendy says Alex always
thinks he won if they do not slap on the handcuffs right there in the
court room.

Now, what will happen next?
Now that Craig is 'at liberty' and stalking girls of all ages in
Southern California and elsewhere will Alex finally get a job as his
chauffeur? Will he and Laura move in with Craig in his new digs?
Will Morgan decide to dump the kids and Jay and move out to CA to
assist Craig in finding women, providing cover for him, as she did
before? So many questions to be answered!

And a brief, shining light comes on as
we doff our hats, remembering this morning Alex, 13th Duke
of Manchester, will be standing, or whimpering, before the bar of
justice in Las Vegas accompanied by the public defender answering
charges for passing a bad check – again.

Morgan's most recent post is an
excellent example of Morgan Barteaux Gell's continued attempts to
rewrite history. In this screed she uses the names, mostly
misspelled, of people I knew, or know, and then fabricates as she,
again, demonstrates she cannot spell or punctuate.

I have been a journalist since 2004
when I started writing to protect Morgan with a book, “GREED:
The NeoConning of America.” It was a fictionalized version of
events then still playing out. The biggest fiction was Morgan as she
has never in her life been heroic, not for one moment. The story of
her encounter with the reality of having her ears pierced at age 14
is very illustrative of her character.

After having nagged me for days I
grudgingly took her down to the mall to have the procedure carried
out. The other kids were along and would certainly remember. Arthur
does and it always makes him laugh because he did not have to help
carry her out of the mall when she fainted.

For the next six weeks Morgan lay
stricken in bed, expecting to be waited on, and she was, because she
was so loud and obnoxious when she did not get what she wanted. I
had to turn the studs for her, each time rewarded by her screams of
agony. Histrionics
does not even come close. The whole experience was unsettling in the
extreme.

When we took her back to Mother and
Father's house we all breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks for reminding me, that works
well in the book.

Morgan, competent at nothing, except
lying, a skill native to her disordered condition, failed to note in
her long yawn of a commentary, that I wrote the Declaration
on November 19, 2012. I had had nothing to do with the editing
of the film, this being work undertaken by Raye. We had tried to
persuade Alex to let Joni 's son, a film maker do it, but he was too
paranoid to allow this sensible solution.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Pre-Trial Day for the 13th Duke of Manchester in Las Vegas. Alex is scheduled to be in court for his
Pre-Trial (finally) on charges of passing a bad check, curiously
similar to reports from Wendy Montagu of her experiences while
married to him. Wendy reported having to make up for his 'bad
checks' using her 401K on more than one occasion. She was also
forced to cosign on his purchases since he has no credit of his own.
And while Alex is finally gone from her life the garnishments from
his destructive behavior, which she was forced to pay because they
could not garnish the Manchester Trust, linger.

Trial
is set for January 15th 8:30am Judge Cynthia Cruz will
be hearing the case in Courtroom 8A Regional Justice Center at 200
Lewis Avenue, Las Vegas. The reason the case is not online is
because, the administrator said, “There are glitches in the
online system.” We certainly understand and are delighted to
get this update.

This entry appeared today on Henry Poole & Company, founded 1806. It seems they also had Dukes ofManchester in their lives.

William Angus DrogoIgnaza Montagu, 9th Duke of
Manchester (1877-1947), was a politician, soldier and one of his
generation’s most notorious bankrupts. Styled Lord Kimboltonfrom 1877 to
1890, he first enters the Henry Poole & Co ledger books as Viscount
Mandeville; a title he held until 1892 when he inherited the Dukedom
aged fifteen. Educated at Eton and Trinity College Cambridge, the 9th
Duke took the Liberal Whip in the House of Lords and eventually became
Deputy Chief Whip. He was also Captain of the Lancashire Fusiliers.

The Duke’s financial embarrassments were inherited from his spendthrift
ancestors the 7th and 8th Dukes. The 7th Duke and his Duchess Louise
(named the double duchess because she subsequently married the love of
her life the Duke of Devonshire) were in the Prince of Wales’s
Marlborough House set and decimated the family fortune hosting house
parties for the future King Edward VII at his country seat Kimbolton
Castle. Though the 8th Duke married Cuban-American heiress Consuelo, she
did not bring the expected dowry and fell foul of the Prince of Wales
having briefly served as his mistress.

On his accession, the 9th Duke allegedly went down on his knees to the
Prince of Wales to beg forgiveness for his mother the Dowager Duchess
Consuelo and regain royal favour. However, he was a spendthrift. He
married another American heiress Helen Zimmerman of Cincinnati whose
father bought them Kylemore Castle in Co Galway as a wedding present but
their ruinous entertaining cost the couple dear. The 9th Duke regally
entertained house parties such as a famous weekend at Kylemore when the
Duke and Duchess of Connaught and their entourage shot over as thousand
pheasants on a 1903 shoot.

In 1908 the 9th Duke was forced to sell-off his lands in Ireland.
Kylemore Castle was mortgaged during World War I to pay off debts and
sold in the 1920s. He was named in the Peerage and MP Ledger as a
bankrupt in 1915: an announcement echoed and recorded by Poole’s clerks
in the ledgers underlining a debt of over £400. A further family seat
Tandragee Castle’s contents were auctioned off in 1926. Kimbolton Castle
and its contents including masterpieces by Holbein, Titian, Rubens, Van
Dyke and Reynolds were preserved but the Duke spent the remainder of
his life abroad evading creditors, seeking out wealthy consorts and
attempting to extract money from wealthy acquaintances. MORE

This
morning it occurred to me to grub through my poetry online because I
vaguely remembered writing some poems, included in my poetic
journalings, about Morgan and Craig before, during, and after
realizing there was something terribly wrong with them and then
learning about psychopathy, that light bulb moment.

Now,
I think of them as M, Psychopath and C, Psychopath, but this took a
lot of recovery for me.

This
photo first dates from when M, Psychopath was still an adorable small
child. It just melted my heart every time I looked at her shiny
face.

Reading
it makes me realize how vulnerable people who love are to these
heartless predators.We ignore the evidence of our own eyes.
Love can, truly, make you blind.

I
started writing poetry as a journal in early 1999. The first series
of 127 poems, First Lilac Series - written for Dearest Pleasure, was
written, in chronological order, from January 18 - April 6, 1999.

Poems
written before then come in two categories. BC (Before Computer) and
AC (After Computer. Those written before I had a computer for my own
use, not mostly used for generating mailing lists for political
campaigns, begin in 1986. Those written before 1986 were generally
found on the margins of other writing and on loose pieces of paper in
storage. I was not good at keeping them, as the other side was
generally useful as a grocery list.

After
finishing my first series, Lilac, I just journaled them and cut off
at 127, a prime number which has other significance to me.
Lilac was 127 poems in length, so that became my standard.
Lilac Series was followed by First Jasmine Series and First Violet
Series. I'm now working on First Rose Series. These are
in chronological order.

These
few poems, all written for or 'inspired by' M, Psychopath or
Craig, Psychopath are also in chronological order. The first
dates from 1972. Morgan changed her name from Carolyn when she
was in her late teens and was born in 1967. So when I wrote
this she was around five years old.

From:
Before the Fall

32.To My
Daughter, Carolyn

I
love you.

There
is no range or boundary to my cherishing.

I
love you now, as I did before - and as I will.

Time
out of mind

On
and never varying.

(1972)

I
read it to her once when she was grown. There was a long pause
after I finished and then she said, "That was stupid."
It was a long time before I read her another poem.

From:
Before the Fall

The
year was 1982. I was attending a party at Janice Vargo's
house. Janice is an old friend of mine from my active
Libertarian days.

Craig
was there and challenged me to Sonnets at Five Minutes in Celebration
of the Statue of Liberty. I shrugged. "O.K., get
the paper and pens." No computers were present, this was
the Dark Ages. I started writing. I wrote my first sonnet
when I was eight and it became a habit.

30.My
Lady Love

She
waits beside a vast expanse of water

Her
hand holds up the light of living day

And
never will the justice in Her falter

And
never will Her seekers lose their way

For
justice is not made in court opinions

And
truth is not defended at the polls

As
into living rock we drive the pinions

That
hold the deathless thoughts that are our goals

Does
Justice need the heart of Her defender?

Will
Her loving message echo into time?

Will
our children's children yet remember

That
those who cherish liberty are one kind

Liberty
cannot be won - and never lost

Remember
what it is and not the cost.

(Written
in challenge to a duel of sonnets with Craig Franklin, 1982)

31.
A Sonnet Written in Challenge

She
stands beside a darkened mass of sorrow

A
distant hope of freedom in our lives

A
hope that may be realized tomorrow

If
we can only pledge ourselves to strive

That
promise has been built into our futures

And
forged in blood before our mother's birth

In
knowledge that the cost can not be counted

Except
by minds that understand it's worth

So
watch the Lady with her lamp upholding

Salute
her in your mind, if nothing else

For
her pledge of hope is given us for molding

And
each of us must do it for ourselves

The
Lady is a promise we have made

And
freedom is the value we must save.

(Written
in challenge to a duel of sonnets with Craig Franklin, 1982)

[C,
Psychopath lost. I wrote two in that time but did not mention
it then because I did not want to hurt his feelings. He could not
finish one and we agreed to extend time.

But
now I know he doesn't have any feelings which needed to be
considered. Being considerate of a psychopath is the equivalent
of a fish jumping from the stream into the pan, with the fire blazing
and a slice of lemon clutched in his fin.

C.
Psychopath once told me he has to use his entire left brain to
simulate human behavior. I should have started doing research right
then, but we were already married. He made the remark in 1995,
far too late.

While
I certainly wish I had been less vulnerable the cost paid has
motivated me to ensure others know the dangers of the psychopathic
among us so they can protect themselves.

By
the point, below, 1998, I had realized something was really rotten in
Denmark but did not yet understand the neurological basis of the
problem. This dates from the time, mid summer,
after I had brought Arthur home from the
Traumatic Brain Injury facility in Pomona. From there, Arthur
started at Solutions.

Craig
wanted Arthur dead because it would cost him less. Morgan tried
to oblige Craig, but failed. That is a story for another day.

The
stages of grief are: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression,
Acceptance. I was still in denial and anger, lots of anger. It
was interesting to review the poems as see these reflected.

53. Dedicated
to Craig Franklin and Morgan Pillsbury

-
Two unsouled beings trapped in Self

I
have been ground and milled out fine

For
the least of my unmentioned crimes

For
I refused to see the truth

And
this crime stole all of my youth

I’ve
been smashed and ripped apart

The
substance fractured in my heart

Because
I would not see the light

My
soul was banished into night

I
have lost all I worked to make

And
ventured for my children’s sake

Punished
for what I would not see

The
ugliness engulfing me.

I
found a home in his embrace

A
sheltered place of measured grace

He
battered my illusions then

He
I thought an honorable man.

With
nothing left inside of me

Empty,
echoed, ravished, grieved

I
stood up on my feet again

Felt
life’s breath and said, amen.

From
Jasmine Series

4.Fear
and Pain that Still Detain

(Dedicated
with complete sincerity to

Allen
Craig Franklin,

my
husband and abuser)

Battered
hopes and shattered truth

Begun
with trust removed with lies

This
the wretchedness of my youth

Distorts
my life, unmakes, denies

Abused,
a word that understates

The
harshness of the world it makes

Abused
in mind, in body bashed

reproved
by love that kills- but lasts

He
came with smiles, seduced with faith

designed
the ugliness of fear

An
interdiction for all belief

that
shackled self when he was near

Abused.

Used,
rejected, scorned, detained

denied
the scope that life retains

Needed,
sold to use again

a
life that grows more ever grim

Abused.

Battering
on body, mind,

that
fractures thought, my will and signs

Remakes
the person who was me

into
something that I hate to see

Abused.

If
you have not walked and known,

not
tasted fear and so been owned

You
do know where I have been

a
place that holds no hopes or friends.

You
have not lost the inner scope

that
held your course and gave you hope

You
have not lived and breathed and died

in
soul belief he would not lie.

Abused
and Freed

When
grief is wrung, despised and gone

while
still the spirit listens, longs

To
hear the echoes that belong

to
the voice that held that song.

When
I learned to see anew

that
life could be again renewed

And
shackles that had owned my bones

were
broken by the life I'd grown.

My
breath was eased, in body, mind

The
walls were breached, dissolved in time.

I
tasted, relished, lived and laughed

Freed
of what distorted and grasped.

Freed

Manumission
of emotion

that
can never compromise

The
transmission which, evoking,

fractured
self to make me wise.

54.Letting
Go Illusions
- To
Craig Franklin

The
tendriled tug of memories reproves my reasoned thought

Sharp
and sweet that idylled time, devoid of all but drought

Sanctuaried,
love made place

Where
I have lingered in embrace

With
that one imperfect, personed soul

Who
spun out love in raptured flows

Of
song borne thought entrancing, glad

Reminding,
lighting, the life I had.

Illusioned
figment of my mind

Where
only grief and sorrows bind

The
soul seared silence that you left

Leaving
me consumed, bereft.

This,
the logic of your acts

Stark
and violent, ugly facts.

This
the unmade years I'd given

Disposed
and sneered, my heart so riven.

That
even logic turns away

When
so little remains to do and say.

My
hand, that still, still longs to touch

Mind
reproved, it winced but trusts

Because
love filled, consumed, forgave

Till
nothing there was left to save.

Addicted
to the thought of you

Now
realized: who I never knew.

So
mind - release your argued wish

Logic,
reason, delve and sheer

Revoke
the memoried source, dismiss

The
undone presence once most dear

Remove
the Craig who was my heart

That
I might breathe, live on, restart

The
life I forged from living will

that
pain in me be stilled, be stilled.

72.Toxic
Mind - Dedicated to Craig Franklin

Toxic
mind with muted scope

consuming,
clawing, gravid needs

Poison
drips, extrudes and seeks

to
satiate its unmet greeds

Toxic.

Blandished
words that supplicate

Distorted
images that incite

This,
the fabric of the soul

This,
that mind's most needed goal.

Toxic.

Manipulating
all that's true

into
what he wants to do.

Fractured
visions that can kill

when
innocence believes them real.

Toxic.

No
honored word alive in fact

No
civil content to his acts.

No
worth from life to live in time

No
soul redeemed from all its crimes.

Toxic.

Post
the warning for all to read

Do
not let this monster feed.

Of
course, I kept forgiving M, Psychopath because the entire focus of my
life was my children and their well being. Hope springs eternal, in
the breast maternal. I studied psychopathy for over two years before
the penny dropped and I realized M was one. Oops. Such a moment
replays itself for quite a while, I found.

But
it did explain the many things which had always puzzled me. Now,
everything makes sense!

The
poem below was a wedding gift to M. M married Jay E. Gell on
Valentine's Day, 2005 at the court house in Charlotte, North
Carolina. The baby was born around four months later, on June 21st.
Afterward, Jay's erstwhile employer/co-conspirator, Robert Evan (Van)
Hughes, took them out to a coffee shop. Then they returned to their
trailer.

M,
Psychopath does not appreciate poetry. C, Psychopath writes, but his
psychopathy makes really good poetry impossible for him, those pesky
emotions are just too hard to emulate in verse. It is slightly better
set to music, especially if someone else edits it, plays, and sings.

From:
First Violet Series

No.
122 Wedding Wish – Valentine’s Day 2005

Bouquets
of bright flowers,

seasons
of joy,

all
the gladness and sadness

that
life will deploy.

Rapture
and riches,

magnificent days,

all
of the echoes

that
love can display.

Borne
by the senses

and
held in our minds

as
part of the largest and greatest design.

Wishes
I send through the ethered reaches of space

too
touch and to hold you in my best embrace.

With
love and hope for your perfect happiness today, Mom.

It
really is good she married Jay. When you really know them they are
perfect for each other.

Follow both the Manchesters

Alex kicked Laura, his duchess out and she told me she was heading to Michigan to change her life and take up her real identity. I told her I would stop exposing her. Then, she attacked me again. Bad move, Laura.

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More on Manchesters

As you read through the sites below you will see references to sites where Laura spends her time posting historical information on the honorable history of the Manchesters. The family lost their wealth several generations ago and today the Duke lives on a tiny stipend which barely supports a lower middle class life style.

This is pathetic, not because they lost their wealth, that happens to people who are honorable every day.

However, to focus on the past instead of attempting to restore the family's honor is sad beyond belief.

For Alex, projecting a semblance of past wealth and stature is necessary for continuing his career as a con-artist. Alex has lived on converting the reputation of his ancestors to money, goods, and services extracted under false pretenses most of his life.

For Laura, the motive is her wish to be someone who matters.

The only things which mean anything to Laura are wealth and status, to which she, herself, has no claim except for her marriage to Alexander.

Today Laura is in her early 50s, a sad and aging woman with nothing in her life but fantasies from someone else's past.

When you read her sites remember this and pray for her. Her relationship with Alexander, 13th Duke of Manchester has cost her everything in life that lasts - and matters.